FENRIR
She was a blonde woman, a horrible wound gaping in her stomach—she wasn't going to survive.
As I bent down, I realized she must be the eldest daughter of that idiot Alpha. It was no surprise things ended this way.
"Where did they take the women from here?! Tell me!" I commanded, using every ounce of my superior authority, pouring in all the compulsion I could muster. She was already dying, so it didn't matter.
"Your... bas...tard..." were her last words before she passed away.
They took her to sell as a slave, treating her like some exiled rogue outside the protection of a pack, but they were terribly mistaken.
That maiden was under my damned protection; she belonged to me. I would find her, no matter what, and rip the heads off the bastards who laid a hand on her.
I left that vampire den, shifting back into my Lycan form. Raising my head, I searched the air for the sweet, thick scent of dark chocolate that always belonged to Savannah.
The auction could be in many hidden and abandoned places nearby; the truth was that there was a chaos of smells around me.
I couldn't afford to make a mistake and waste time.
At that moment, suddenly something very strange happened. The moonlight began to be obscured by a huge flock of crows cawing frantically.
They circled over my head again and again before flying off in a particular direction.
Without thinking, I followed them, driven by my instincts, believing that this was a sign from the Goddess to find Savannah.
Only, once again, I arrived too late; she had already been sold to a man.
"Tell me who bought her NOW!" I growled, lifting the auctioneer off the ground.
The illegal slave trade was prohibited in the kingdom, but as long as there were buyers, there would always be secret sellers.
"This... this is the information...Sir... no, please, I gave you what you wanted... wait! NOOO!"
I lowered my bloodstained claws and exited the manager's office.
Behind me lay the corpses of those I had slaughtered, each one dead where they stood.
"Hold on a little longer, Savannah... please, just hold on."
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SAVANNAH
An hour passed before we were finally allowed to sit down and eat, but as soon as I did, I collapsed onto the floor, nearly fainting.
"Pain" was no longer the right word to describe what I felt. My insides were slowly cooking from the heat radiating within.
"Hey, I don't think this girl is going to make it."
"If she's not going to eat the food, take it away from her; let's share it." They shamelessly took away the old plate that had some scraps in front of me.
I didn't care—I wasn't hungry. All I felt was a sick thirst and an overwhelming need to be fucked into unconsciousness. That raw, that simple.
The fact that the master's moans, riding those two slaves, echoed through the slits of the carriage didn't help either.
A sudden loud whinny startled everyone. Something had frightened the horses, causing them to rear up and try to run away from danger.
"Get the boss out of there, quickly!" The warriors scrambled to pull him from the wagon as he tumbled out with two naked women.
They were fine, but what about us, still chained to the back of the wagon?
"AAAhhh, take off the collar, we're going to die, we're going to die!" the first girl in line began to scream. I was the last, but I immediately felt the tug on my neck that started to drag me across the grass.
Everything was too confusing and horrible. I felt like I was suffocating, being dragged along, hands on my neck to avoid being choked.
Screams and curses filled the air as the men struggled to control the terrified horses. My body skidded over a trail of blood—one of the maidens died. I might be next.
The chain got tangled in the rear wheel and grew shorter, tightening around, ready to crush us beneath the wagon's weight.
The slave in front of me let out a blood-curdling scream.
"Goddess, why do you always keep me on the brink of death? Have mercy. Let me die, please."
Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded, exhausted from fighting. Then, a roar ripped through the skies, freezing everything in its wake—the horses stopped dead in their tracks, trembling in pure terror.
It was a Lycan, the roar of a powerful Lycan.
Thunderous footsteps approached my battered body in agony, lying on the ground, breathing heavily.
I opened my blurred eyes and saw him—the ultimate werewolf, the final evolution of our kind—invincible, fierce, bloodthirsty, and ruthless.
"Fenrir…" I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. Finally, I broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
The colossal Lycan lowered himself with incredible gentleness and I felt him forcefully unfasten the collar from my bruised neck.
He lifted me into the air with his powerful arms, careful not to hurt me, like a broken doll being cradled.
I clung to his rough fur-covered body and embraced him, crying inconsolably against his broad chest.